That morning, a cool breeze gently touched my face as I stood on the hill. Using my old smartphone, I tried to capture the beauty of Lut Tawar Lake that stretched out wide below. Although the camera lens was no longer as bright as before, there was still a little effort to capture a moment that might not happen again.
The newly emerged sunlight reflected light on the surface of the water, creating a sparkling that seemed to dance. Every shot felt special, even though I realized that the images might not be able to compete with the original beauty. But what can you do, memories are not always perfect, like a blurry photo, but still meaningful.
Moments like this make me reflect. How often we wish we could repeat, fix, or beautify a memory, but in the end we can only accept it as it is. So is life, not always according to expectations, but still has its own charm in its imperfections.
Even with the advancement of technology, I realize that true memories are not about how sharp the photos are, but about the feelings hidden behind them. And that morning, with my old smartphone, I saved a simple memory that remains warm in my heart, even as the world moves on ...